Big Daddy Kane

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Here comes Dark Gable raps remarkable
 Mic ripper, cash flipper, Cristal sipper
 Derrie're batalliere that's French for ass whipper
 Long time putting work in this, to be tremendous
 If I'm not the best then I'm a damn striking resemblance
 I roll the dice on the streets that be cold as ice
 And cause great disturbance just like a poltergeist
 I come attacking this enrage to disengage the missing page
 To the newest in age that's hitting stage
 For I be one that knows the art
 To get you up and out your seat, if you was Rosa Parks
 Tell me how much can you take from me the man to make
 Rhymes that's so butter my breath smell like land o lakes
 You know the lick, seen me hit em like a brick
 Plus my posse run thick, not that click from Mario flick
 Beware of one of the best they be
 You wanna test the God I hope you mean a SAT
 Because your poetasterous style it plain bore me
 Pardon the vainglory, but here's the Kane story

 Chorus
 Bringing you that uncut pure, knocking at your door
 About to give you more of the raw
 Point yo hands up to the sky

 Verse 2
 Fuck the chorus
 And let the lyrics sit up in the track like rigamortis
 I spit a few to listen to when this I do it's as if as you
 Was invisible it'll make your life miserable
 Hip-hop icon, keep a grip like a python
 I be that wrong one to get fly on
 Boy you got to get that playa hatin' out you
 That's the other side of the game and I ain't Erykah Badu
 Black Caesar, don't you even reach my way
 You'd sooner find a vital point that's on Priest Pai Mae
 I heat it up to where I pasteurize half the guys
 A fast demise disaster lies as he dies
 Confront one of the best at rhyming
 What I write it be so rough that my ink pen need alignment
 The untouchable, don't want to tempt me
 I come kicking through your door, unlawful entry
 It be me, even though none of y'all want to see me
 For real, damn I know how Jehovah's witness feel
 I remember how I formed it up
 Cause I took what was raw and then I warmed it up
 Turned the fire down to simmer as I calmed it up
 But take a look I think the Kane about to overcook
 Come and get it, but you better come with paramedics
 Cause you couldn't bring it to me if you worked for Fed Ex
 I come cutting through split his gut in two
 I touch em what em do you know the style ain't nothing new

 Chorus
 Bringing you that uncut pure, knocking at your door
 About to give you more of the raw
 Point yo' hands up to the sky, high
 Get on down baby we keep it live
 Repeat

 Verse 3
 A good game it lets the plot thicken,
 but the thing that just ain't clickin'
 Is the way y'all legalize trickin'
 You talk about your ride and you don't even got one
 But I can pull a hot one, when inside of a Datsun
 The wicked in the bed, plus the wicked in the head
 When I shoot the game, it's like my tongue got infra red
 Let the Messiah take you higher as I supply ya' what you require
 Desire and admire it entire
 Sudden impact as I'm guttin' em black
 Closest thing to me would be; nothin' in fact
 I come with more in skill, to always score and kill
 Females adore and thrill, sweeter thang than Lauryn Hill
 As I return with a vengeance, here comes the day of independence
 Approach them all with some bad intentions
 In other words I'm making them resign, diminish mine
 Runnin' through them like a finish line

 Chorus
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Language: English

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